And another one. I’ve posted this one before, but it looks better as an image. It’s called “How can I put this concretely?”
Post Type Archives: Poems
Untitled #294 (2013)
“if i was a rich man”i’d probably lack context
Untitled #293 (2013)
“Reasons I’m Worthwhile:” A scatter poem. A scatter poem is a handwritten poem that fills the page in any way the author sees fit. They tend to be a maze to read. My handwriting is terrible, sue me. -Stephen
Untitled #288 (2013)
Hey, it’s midnight. Do you know what that means? It means this thing I’ve been working on for the last couple months or so is officially available for you to look at. Amazon: Price $2.99 Tumblr: Free Edition Barnes and Nobel: (Account status in review, in the meantime email me at [email protected] for an .epub …
Untitled #281 (2013)
ca-scarborough: in case you missed it—here is a very short ecollection of things i forced into some kinda verse and call poetry. it’s free so read freely. the colors are rather pretty. i traded the family cow for some rose quartz: poetry and fun facts by c.a. scarborough http://www.scribd.com/doc/152181105/i-traded-the-family-cow-for-some-rose-quartz I love reading her work. Nobody really …
Untitled #27 (2014)
Darlin’,sweet darlin’,I want to bite your ass. I ain’t sayin’ that’s a start, or even an end,or hell, a goal at all,but I had me a dream,‘n it was about the only good from today,and it was you,and it was me,‘n angry,‘n satisfyin’,‘n just, just– I’m all ache sagged muscle,‘n, ‘n, 4000 calories of stubborn,tellin’ …
Untitled #26 (2014)
I’ve got highways in my blood, ma’am,Rail ties for bones.Great Grandfather was a civil engineer,designed them great sweeping divided bridges,the history of my name’s swung sledges to spikes,line by line by line,‘til coast met coast ‘n freight ‘n passenger car ran. I’ve got highways in my blood, ma’am,mile markers bubblin’ ‘n frothin’ in my footsteps.In …
Untitled #24 (2014)
The scent of you is intoxicating,soft skin under longing clutch.and this is love, love,because when the rains roll in,there are you with umbrella,and me with long rubber boots. The scent of you is intoxicating,the smell of how you want to be,as much a part of you as anything.
Untitled #23 (2014)
It’s just another just another day,with trilled tripping syllables.‘course the obstinate still obstine,‘n the stubborn still stub.but I’m chanting praise into your ear love,love,’cause I’m cleverer than clever,‘n more stubborn than stub,’cause I know the knows,‘n the know is the grand,‘n the grand is you,‘n you,love,‘n you.You doubt the doubt of it,but the only chant …
Untitled #215 (2018)
there didn’t used to be wither in your walk,dear,there didn’t used to be seething in your talk.for all the scattershot bad luck in the world,we’ve got bright futures yet,and I’m tired dear,I’m tired of accepting that this is as good as we get. there’s no stakes keeping us here,love,and we, we could be anywhere.
